When people text me and I reply and then they...
aim-and-ignite: Nigga why the fuck did you text me then.
i just made myself
a veggie burger with mushroms and onions, fried potatoes and a greek salad, so good. i’ve been super productive today and it’s great. i just said the word great and i’m terrified that’s a jinx, but i desperately hope not.
i hate not having money
it’s questionable whether or not becky is coming back for her break, leaning more towards no, but she wants me to go out and see her. i don’t have four hundred dollars for a plane ticket, and even if i did it would be going to the money i owe my mom for getting my car fixed. wah.
emily haines comes on shuffle
spiral into the deepest depression you’ve ever experienced.
when you go to the mailbox day after day..
and your flagler acceptance letter still isn’t there..
do i miss the fucking sunshine.
go to school every day for at least the next three weeks. i will i will i will. once i kick this sickness i will stop being such a baby.
my mom came home bearing gifts
so much good food. she stopped at fair trade on the way home and got some of my favorites that we can’t get around here, really mild feta cheese, huge green olives, fried artichoke hearts, sesame seed crackers, and pesto artichoke ravioli. all the nomz, mmmm.
can the oscars
get bettttter please? i want some real fuck ups or really good speeches.
Ethics, by Linda Pastan In ethics class so many years ago our teacher asked this question every fall: if there were a fire in a museum which would you save, a Rembrandt painting or an old woman who hadn’t many years left anyhow? Restless on hard chairs caring little for pictures or old age we’d opt one year for life, the next for art and always half-heartedly. Sometimes the woman...
Monologue for an Onion — Suji Kwock Kim I don’t mean to make you cry. I mean nothing, but this has not kept you From peeling away my body, layer by layer, The tears clouding your eyes as the table fills With husks, cut flesh, all the debris of pursuit. Poor deluded human: you seek my heart. Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine Lies another skin: I am pure onion—pure union...
this is no big adventure but WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO TO WALMART AT LEAST WE CAN SEE EACH OTHER
i will turn my blog into a “why i wish i had friends” blog. so tonight, on why i wish i had a friends: so i could go to my car and get my cigarettes with someone, because i’m currently afraid of all the things that go bump in the night.
so badly. ow ow ow ow ow ow. worst period i think i’ve ever had. what even is this? wah.
i came home to a creepy message on the machine that my stepgrandmother left, i haven’t seen her in years, but i’ve always really liked her. she just sounded eerie, removed, suicidal? i really don’t know. my mom isn’t here to analyze it with me, so i’ll just have to wait. i’d call her, but it’s late and she’s probably already in bed. ho hum, my...
i just feel
so alone so alone so alone so alone, can’t fucking escape it.
being awake at four thirty in the morning puking my brains out.
as per usual~ but i finally have my car back, so that’s really nice, even though i’m now five hundred dollars in the hole, which is not so nice. i left my gov project at school and my printer doesn’t work so i’m fucked on that. i hope it doesn’t get too shitty out cause i really need to go to work tomorrow. yup yup yup. me and roxy, straight chilllin. on the bright...
Occasionally, something will happen that will change your opinion of someone...– Marilyn Manson (via katelizabeth)
is not how things are supposed to be. everything is all fucked up, bass ackwards and upside down. my mom hates me right now, she looks at me and talks to me with malice, which i swear she’s never done before outside of a serious fight. it makes me feel so bad, she’s never ever like this. i’m too hungover for a wednesday, it’s kind of ridiculous. part of me is so terrified...
it’s always sunny in philladelphia with my mom and painting my nails. not particularly looking forward to school tomorrow. jeff is the only person who made me feel even remotely better about my life today, he’s always so smiley and pleasant, i hope he can quickly figure out what’s wrong with my car and rectify it. school is more than half way over though, so it’s all gravy....
i really need to lose weight
i’d be so much happier, but yeahh, going on a diet of marlboro lights, skol, clementines and water.
if you want
to talk to me, talk to me in person. at least have enough respect to speak to me face to face.
i tried to break my car, i wanted this to happen, it is all my fault. i absolutely love not having my own means of transportation and being stuck in this miserable house while i have a million things to do. you’re right dad, i just wanted to screw you over, THIS WAS MY PLAN. it’s so much worse for you than it could possibly be for anyone because i might expect you to help me pay for...
steff uh kneee
i wasn’t ignoring you on fb chat it was just BREAKING MY COMPUTER real quick, but yes indeed weird dream tell me about it when we see each other ~
Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire…. Pain arrives,...– Charles Bukowski (via brokenmachine)
i want to go see things that are close by that i’ve never had the desire to go see before. i’ve never been to niagara falls, and i’m sure that there are other cool landmarks within a days drive that i’ve never before had any interest in. i always kind of doom myself out of trips because i’m working but daytrips are totally doable on days off. get here sooner please.
That moment when you tell the waiter your table is...
embrace-: The waiter is all like:
i need to
tow my car tomorrow morning, and it’s supposed to snow like five inches tonight? GOOOOOD.
Hearing yourself sing in the shower and wondering...